This was a little poem I wrote on a red paper poppy as partĀ of the World War I display we had at the library last November, to commemorate the centenary of the start of WWI. See what you think. š
*
An ocean of mud
As far as the grey horizon,
Twisted wire, ditch and ford
Trenchfoot and mustard eyes so sore.
*
A world away under cerulean skies
Without the muskets and bombs so loud,
These fields once were
Green and ploughed…
*
Things grew, took root
VerdantĀ leaves and shoot,
Now only craters
Desolate and wild.
*
But crimson poppies
Nod their vermillion heads up high,
And make us remember
Carefree skies.
*
*
Sophie E TallisĀ Ā© 2014